Anti-Camp

So I watched some of All's Fair last night, out of curiosity.  All I can say is; I'm glad I'm not a cat.  I had zero interest in it; but since I read that it managed to get a 0 (ZERO) rating on some platform (all platforms?), my interest was instantly renewed.  So, I think this will sum it up...
If you want to experience the show in real time; all three episodes that have thus aired*; simply do the following.  Put on your fanciest outfit; whatever you might wear to a wedding or a nightclub.  Go to the nicest, cleanest, fanciest room of your house and shit** in your fanciest chair. Recite the following line in as flat and emotionless a voice as you can muster; as though you were, oh, I don't know, asking a person at the bus stop if they had the time.  Or maybe saying "I think you have the wrong number" or perhaps: "One plus one equals two, I think," or "I'm gettng the car fixed next week":
               
                 "I can't believe this is happening.  I feel like I'm in a dream."
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Now, don't get me wrong.  I like Kim Kardashian.  She has a wryness that I must give props to; even as she's living perhaps the most CONSPICUOUSLY CONSUMPTIVE lifestyle of maybe anyone on the planet.  At least in the top 10.  I like her sort of jaded, dry humor; particularly when she interacts with her own mother, who she appears to realize is not just acquisitive but grasping and capital "A" avaricious.  Yes.  I like Kim.  She has charm and somehow manages to wallow in and rise above her family's gluttony, simultaneously.
That being said...
She's from the generation that had the "Participation Trophy" invented for and then bestowed upon them.  The youngsters who created and condoned MANIFESTING; which is simply WISHFUL THINKING with entitlement.  So, I guess that Kim is MANIFESTING that she is an ACTRESS.  And perhaps she is.  I mean, she's apparently doing things that actresses do.  That is, reading scripts, memorizing dialogue, preparing for performance, undergoing hair and make-up, appearing on set, waiting for the camera to be turned on and "ACTION!" called.  Action commenced: brain synapses firing, mouth opening, tongue moving, larynx producing vocalizations, memorized dialogue emerging from mouth and being recorded; to then be married to picture and VOILA!  Yes, so she is acting.
But is she?
Okay, full disclosure. *I did not watch all three episodes of All's Fair that are currently available.  I watched the opening of the pilot and a scene with Jessica Simpson recounting her tale of woe involving elder abuse at the hands of Rick Springfield and then a scene wherein Kim (or should I say, "Allura"(!)?) was giving a pep-talk to an African American actress who I didn't recognize; something along the lines of "Greed is Good," from Wall Street.  My takeaway from the scene was a close-up on the black lady's belt buckle (Gucci, I think) as she revealed (I think) that she was pregnant.  Oh, and then another scene where the Lady Lawyers were sitting around (lunching? loafing?) as Kim/Allura spun a detailed account of her vaginal rejuvenation; I mean, I think that's what she was talking about.  But I wasn't quite sure if it was the character or Kim herself who was recounting the "Ladyl-Lift" procedures.  And I have to say I had a bit of a falling crest as I watched Naomi Watts and Glenn Close have to "react" to this tale of vagina plumping, over creme brulee, no less.  "Really," I thought, "is this where we are, Glenn?"  Naomi seems to be fighting, with every shred of her being, turning the proceedings into weighty drama, as is her usual wont.  And she might as well, as the proceedings vary so wildly in tone and execution.  Oh, I should also mention I watched a trailer for the whole show and was happy to see that Brooke Shields is going to be on it.  The roster of guest stars seems to be skewing towards actresses that have not been given much respect over the course of their careers and I would place Brooke in that demographic (I think shes fabulous!).  But Jessica Simpson was required to cry during her Groupie Abuse monologue and it seems she might have had some practical FX for crying applied in the form of not so subtle "tearlike protoplasm."

So, I guess the above is supposed to be the lengths she went to, to please Rick Springfield.  I find this kind of ironical, as many of the actresses she was speaking to in the scene are not too far from this look.  In fact, she looks like every Real Housewife I've ever seen...so, this is supposed to be the "botched" AFTER?  Whatevs.
So, a lot of people seem to be asking (myself included): "Is this supposed to be CAMPY?  Is it supposed to be BAD ON PURPOSE?
I'm going to rewrite the first scene from the first episode and I'm going to exaggerate it a bit; but not too much.  Ready?  Let's go!

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
KIM KARDASHIAN AS "ALLURA GRANT"
NAOMI WATTS AS "LIBERTY RONSON"
GLENN CLOSE AS "DINA STANDISH"
NIECY NASH AS "EMERALD GREEN"
SARAH PAULSON AS "CARRINGTON LANE"

FADE IN ON:
INT. LAW OFFICE -DAY
We see the conference table in a luxurious LAW FIRM.  The luxury table, made of the finest timbers, illegally sourced, gleams luxuriously in the light from the windows.  Around the table are various OLDER MEN in tailored, three-piece, pin-stripe suits, all smoking cigars and CHUCKLING heartily over the punchlines of what we can assume are sexist jokes.  The sole WOMAN at the table, swathed in white cashmere rolls her eyes.  This is DINA STANDISH 70s.  An elegant woman, she turns and regards two other figures exiled to a far coner of the room.  ALLURA GRANT, late 30's and LIBERTY RONSON, 50's are observing the proceedings as they wear super-stylish business attire.  They seem to be doing employee stuff, judging from their briefcases, pencils, coffee cups and...briefs?  They too seem peeved, if not perturbed.  Dina turns her glazed gaze back to the table.
CUT TO:
INT. LAW OFFICE HALLWAY -DAY
Allura and Liberty stride down the sumptuous marble hall; their Jimmy Choo stilettos CLICKING on the luxurious marble floor.
ALLURA
Oooh!  These mean old men around here!  They really make me mad, not taking us gals seriously.  It really bugs me!
LIBERTY
(IN A BRITISH--NO, WAIT--AUSTRALIAN(?) ACCENT as she removes her gigantic Oliver Goldsmith sunglasses) Me too!

ALLURA
Hey, grrrrl; whadda yay say we walk and start our own law practice; one that's just for us Grrrrls?!!?
LIBERTY
That's a fair dinkum idea--oh, I mean smashing--but we'll need another Powerful Woman to be our in-house private lady-dick!
ALLURA
Maybe we should run this up Dina's flagpole and see if she salutes?
LIBERTY
Lord love a duck!  You're right!  I love your Balenciaga assless chaps by the by--
ALLURA
Thanks; butt does my butt look too big?
LIBERTY
Let's ask Dina!
CUT TO:
INT. DINA'S OFFICE -DAY
DINA
Your derriere looks fabulous dear and I for one think displaying it in this all male environment is truly empowering.  How do you get it to smell like vanilla and baby powder?
ALLURA
Oh, the Vanilla-Baby Powder Werewolf Plasmass Infusion Procedure!
DINA
I'm all ears!
ALLURA
Well, first, they shave--
Suddenly, the doors to Dina's office fly open, nearly knocking over Liberty, who is preparing a Pink Lady at the wet bar.
LIBERTY
Hell's bells!
The individual who has burst in is none other than CARRINGTON LANE, 40's.  Swathedd in all black St. John, she swings her Vuitton briefcase as she strides across Dina's luxury carpet.  Carrington is seething.  A bit frazzled as well.  She's clearly not as "polished" as the other ladies.  Her hair should really be in a bun and her eyes hidden behind Coke bottle specs.  And she may suffer from Tourette's Syndrome as she utters some of the filthiest phraseology outside of an early John Waters' movie; lines that no woman would ever utter and sound suspiciously as if penned by humans with scrotums.

DINA
Carrington; I don't remember our having a meeting scheduled at (looks at watch: CLOSE-UP on CARTIER DIAMOND WATCH), twelve past three...
CARRINGTON
I heard it through the grapevine that these two twat-waffles are leaving the firm and they haven't asked me to join them!
ALLURA
Wow, news travels fast around here; we haven't even told Dina yet--
CARRINGTON
I'm not talking to you necrotic-nips; and I can see your lady starfish in those whore pants!
DINA
Carrington, don't you realize that talking like a sailor is not Female Empowerment?  It's Patriarchal Conditioning!
CARRINGTON
You can take your "patriarchal conditioning" and ride it like a Jeff Stryker Special!
LIBERTY
Who is Jeff Stryker?
CARRINGTON
A gay porn star from the 90's you moron!
LIBERTY
No worries, Sheila...
CARRINGTON
My name isn't Sheila, you c--
DINA
That's enough.  I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you, Miss Lane.
CARRINGTON
You can't fire me!  I QUIT!
Carrington takes a softball from her briefcase, winds up, pitches and smashes a glass curio cabinet with it.
DINA
That was a gift from Margaret Thatcher, who said--
CARRINGTON
I don't give two shits from a shit-burger sandwich what she said!  Bill me!
ALLURA
Grrrl, you are fierce!
EXIT CARRINGTON
LIBERTY
Blimey, mate!  God save the Queen!  

**This was a typo, but I think the word fits either without the "h"; or as written.

Sidenote:
​So, I went back and looked at more of Episode 3 of All's Fair, which was cued up on my HULU page.  Yes, I have Hulu.  From back when it was five dollars a month.  Uncle Walt jacked that price pretty quick after the Jimmy Kimmel debacle, didn't he?  Yes, I watched more and it was even worse than I feared.  What Chris?  What was worse than you feared?
Ah, Sarah Paulson's dialogue.  It's gross.  It's simply gross; in nearly every definition of the word:

Yes, I think we could nicely cover this exchange betwixt Ms. Paulson and Ms. Close with the following sentence: 
 
"Ms. Paulson's dilalogue was distinctly broad in its glaringly noticeable inexcusable badness and objectionable nature; immediately obvious  without the aid of a microscope due to its coarse nature, unrefined and gravely defictient civilty and its crudely vulgar lack of decency."
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I don't know what was worse.  Having to hear Ms. Paulson say things like "greedy pig bottom" and "embryos with a side of fries" or having to watch Ms. Close listen to them.  Or was it the unmistakable sad, deflated nature of the actresses having to spew this "dialogue"? Or was it, ultimately, knowing that both of them read it and agreed to say and/or listen to it?  I wasn't so much shocked that she was saying what she was saying; I was more, sickened by it. Like on an existential--humans can do better than this--level.   It was at the level of like, sixth graders trying to outgross one another during recess.  The Garbage Pail Kids were more subtle.  Well, perhaps not.  But at least there was a sort of anarchic glee in that garbage.  And it begs the question: "Haven't we already done that garbage?"

Yes.  Apparently, anything does go, when it comes to dinero...
Also in this episode, someone got acid thrown into their face, which is told in flashback.  When the tellers of and listener to, of this tale, wrapped up the conversation, their reactions to it seemed to indicate that this was an occurence so common it should elicit not even so much as a raised eyebrow.  I mean, if someone...anyone...told you that a woman they knew had thrown acid into the face and eyes of her husband in a public restaurant, wouldn't you have at least some kind of conversational indicator of how you felt about it?

11/13/25
So, I've been in NYC for the last three days (more on that forthcoming, as: THE CITY WAS TRYING TO KILL ME!).  As a result, I've lost my train of thought a bit re: All's Fair.  And I don't want to invest further time into what I consider pure trash; and not in a good way.  You see there's TRASH TV (Dynasty, Desperate Housewives, Anything with Andy Cohen attached).  And I suppose GARBAGE TV (Think The Jerry Springer Show). And RUBBISH TV (Perhaps Dirty Jobs?  No, that was actually interesting.  How about Duck Dynasty?  Yeah, red-neck, nouveau riche family saga with scraggly beards.  That works.  Although, full disclosure: I would eat duck a la orange off of Jase Robertson's ass any day!

Or any of the Robertson boys, really, if we're being honest.  Oh, and their dad if he was still alive.  Oh, who the hell am I kidding, Uncle Phil too!*
​Okay, maybe not Uncle Phil; but those boys are HOT!

But I digress.
I would call All's Fair WASTE PRODUCT TV because it's pure product.  It's completely artificial.  Everything about it; even the character's names.  It is so completely cynical it's...gross.  It's the perfect word for this undertaking.  One of the character's is named "Carrington."  Now, obviously, that's a reference to Dynasty, the old Prime Time soap that in many ways sort of defined the 1980's.  So, All's Fair is attempting to posit itself as a sort of trashy night-time soap; one that needs it's mouth washed out with it--which is quite intentional.  It's clearly a mercenary ploy to gain eyeballs and generate "buzz" (whatever the 2025 equivalent of "buzz" is).  The absurd costuming is another throwback to Dynasty.  But here's the thing: the costumes on Dynasty created the look that overtook the 80's; All's Fair seems to be parodying this.  But it's about as subtle as a Carol Burnett sketch.  But Carol and friends knew what they were doing.  All's Fair seems to be trying to be camp and drama and satire and parody and gross-out and all things at once and it's not doing any of them well.  Particularly the foul-mouthed dialogue.  It's not clever.  It's bluntly stomach-turning.  Anyone can make up gross dialogue.  It's simple.  I'll do some now:

"Why don't you pull out your butt-plug Dina before the meeting? I have some Handi-Wipes in my purse and a can of Glade; oh and an old Tampax; but you won't be needing that you dried up old sluice..."
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See?  So easy!  And so cheap.
And here's the other thing about Dynasty, which was campy btw; and mostly unintentionally:  Dynasty had characters.  Characters you cared about.  Characters that were developed over time so that you actually cared about what happened to them.  Alexis Carrington, for example. Famously played by Joan Collins.  She was introduced quite dramatically and then her story unfolded.  Her villainy grew from her character; her motivations; her development over time.  So by the time you got to her saying things like: "You're barren Krystle!" and having a brawl with Linda Evans, you cared.  It mattered.  All's Fair is just a bunch of actresses in silly outfits saying nasty things.  One character, a transexual woman (why not?) says something to the NFL player, like: "This is all transactional."  It seems she could be speaking not only for herself; but the entire undertaking.

But what is "camp," exactly?  Well, Susan Sontag's essay "Notes On Camp" from 1964 goes a long way towards explaining it.  Here's a link
monoskop.org/images/5/59/Sontag_Susan_1964_Notes_on_Camp.pdf

And that is a fantastic essay.  An essay that has achieved "Iconic" status.  And it's a great, interesting and fun read. It begs the question, which came first: "camp" or "Notes On Camp"?  Did she sort of invent camp by defining it?  Maybe. But you know; in many ways, I feel that "camp" can't be defined.  But I know it when I see it.  It's basically a combination of kitsch and mocking serious issues to find the humor in them, so that the seriousness doesn't overwhelm.  For me, a writer once accused of the "Most Egregious Abuse of Camp" in the 1999 L.A. theater scene; I feel and/or think that "camp" is a kind of exaggerated comedy that either comes about purposely (let's call that "Campiness") or by accident (we'll call that "Pure Camp").  Pure camp, I think, is when something is meant to be taken utterly seriously; like a drama, perhaps; but for some reason it goes wrong.  The acting is poor.  The sets are bad.  The dialogue is tin-eared.  The dramaturgy is melodramatic, for example.  And the serious intent is so undermined by the awful execution that it becomes comedic.  I think a perfect example of "Pure Camp" is the 1967 film version of Valley of the Dolls.  This movie was meant to be about the moral and ethical pitfalls of showbusiness, presented as "straight" drama.  But it is so overheated and overstylized it becomes a parody of itself.  Even the voice inflections of the narrator of the movie's trailer are pure camp:

Now intentional camp or Campiness is harder.  It's a difficult line to tread because if you don't go far enough it's boring and dumb.  But if you go too far, it's annoying and dumb.
SUCCESSFUL INTENTIONAL CAMP:

UNSUCCESSFUL INTENTIONAL CAMP:

SUCCESSFUL CAMP THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTENTIONAL:

UNSUCCESSFUL CAMP THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE INTENTIONAL:

I think with any kind of CAMP the secret is actually caring about the characters involved.  I mean, I care about Al Pacino because he's Al Pacino; and I like him.  He's likeable.  But what if the character is kind of unlikeable?  Well, if there's enough development of the character and I'm invested; I'm still going to care.  For example, Dawn Davenport, the heroine of John Waters' Female Trouble, played by the late, great Divine.  She's pretty awful from start to finish...and yet...:

So yes, caring about the characters on some level is crucially important for CAMPINESS/PURE CAMP to work.  Which is why, I think, All's Fair doesn't work.  You don't care about any of them.  Even Glenn Close who should get by on just being Glenn Close.  But, ah, no.  Sorry Glenn.

My husband has something of a biting sense of humor.  He's wry and dry; you might even say sardonic.  One time, we were watching a movie.  It happened to feature Naomi Watts in what I suppose we could consider a comedic performance.  The movie was I Heart Huckabees from 2004.  I still don't know what that movie was supposed to have been about.  So, anyways, Tippi Hedren was in it; albeit briefly.  Some time after the viewing, we were discussing it and Joseph said: "When did Tippi Hedren forget how to act?"  
This phenomenon, wherein a usually reliable actor, who has turned in one brilliant performance after the next; for some reason delivers one that isn't so brilliant.  One that leaves you scratching your head.  This syndrome we have come to call: 

                                                               ACTNESIA


I'm afraid Glenn Close is having a bout of Actnesia on the sets of All's Fair.  Perhaps we could Go Fund a supply of smelling salts for her?  Now, you might also think that Ms. Watts is suffering from Actnesia as well; but I would give a definitive "No" on that score.  I think she knows exactly what she's doing and exactly how bad the proceedings are and she's just going with it.  Perhaps she has an overdue Huckabee's payment?  But more likely, she's just slumming.
And so, I'll play us out on a little more of our All's Fair spec script.  
I think that's fair.

*Oh, ah, Phil is the dad.  The uncle is Si.

CUT TO:
INT. PRIVATE JET CABIN -DAY
Dina is seated on a plush sofa.  Next to her is EMERALD GREENE, 40's AFRICAN-AMERICAN--
SIDENOTE:
When I was writing about a scene from All's Fair I had watched, I pointed out the race of the actress playing a character named "Milan."  This character is being essayed by one Ms. Teyana Taylor who I have not been aware of up until the viewing of this scene.  But my question is, both for myself and in general; why did I mention that she was Black when I didn't mention the races or ethnicities of any of the other actresses?  I'm not sure.  Conditioning?  Systemic racism?  Maybe.  Although, I do feel that if Kim Kardashian had been interacting in the scene with say, a Caucasian Scottish lady; I may very well have pointed out the Scottishness.  And I think we need to ask, in light of the would be racially inclusive casting of All's Fair, why there isn't an Asian woman on the staff of Grant, Ronson and Greene?

Emerald has been hijacked from the old law firm, with Dina's blessing, to be the new in-house investigator.  On the other side of a Noguci coffee table is seated Allura, with her matching Birkin bag at her feet, carefully included in the shot.  She is gluing a rhinestone back on to one of her fingernails as Emerald and Dina watch.
ALLURA
There!  I did it! All by myself at thirty thousand feet!
EMERALD
You go Grrrl!
DINA
So empowering! I think this calls for a celebratory toast!
She retrieves a bottle of Cristal champagne from under her seat and pops the cork. 
DINA
Oh, stewardess, could we get some glasses?
Liberty, swathed in a matching, monocramatic ensemble of satin pants suit, wool cape, opera gloves and plumed fedora enters the frame.
LIBERTY
Dina, you silly old boofhead--I'm not the flight attendant; it's me, Liberty!  Crikey, stone the crows!
ALL LAUGH
DINA
Oh, forgive me; but I thought this new corporate jet came with it's own crew.
ALLURA
Oh, well, a crew wasn't in the budget after we paid for the jet...
EMERALD
How much did you drop on this bad mama-jamma, by the way?
ALLURA
If you have to ask, we can't afford it...
DINA
This appears to be a customized Boeing 737.  If I'm not mistaken, they run about a hundred million.
LIBERTY
I got a deal.  Ninety-eight million.
DINA
My goodness!  Apparently your firm--oh, I mean our firm, since I've just signed on--is raking it in! I think this calls for a celebratory toast.
She pulls out another bottle of champagne.  The bottle is popped and glasses filled.
ALLURA
Oh, speaking of celebrating--let's toast to my tooter!
ALL
Here's to Allura's tooter!
Glasses are clinked, imbibements are imbibed.
DINA
​Ah...why are we toasting your tooter?

ALLURA
I got a Designer Vagina!
ALL
OMG, Do tell!  Whaaaaat!!!  Spill the tea, grrrrrl!  Say what now!??!  Etc. etc. et. al....
ALLURA
Well, you may recall in our last episode I fudged some forms to get my womb on my frozen embryos; but it turned out they had freezer burn--
DINA
Oh, Allura dear, that's so sad--
ALLURA
Yeah, whatevs.  They were just a plot device anyways.  So, I decided to just get rid of my useless lady parts altogether and get a Gucci Cucci!
She stands and drops trou and shows the other ladies her swimsuit area.  The camera is positioned behind Allura, so we can get a full frame shot of her glorious booty.
LIBERTY
Lord love a duck!  What am I looking at?
ALLURA
What they do is replace your va-jay-jay with a Gucci purse!  Isn't that great!??!  No muss, no fuss!
EMERALD
So your pussy was made in Italy?
ALLURA
Yeah.  And it has a removable lining for easy cleaning!
EMERALD
You go grrrrl!
DINA
Don't you think that's a little...oh, I don't know...extreme?
ALLURA
Extremely trending!
DINA
I rather like it.  I might look into that...
ALLURA
Oh, do you need a flashlight?
LIBERTY
I think she meant the procedure, Allura.  I quite like it too!
ALLURA
You can also go with the Hootie Vuitton or the Yves Saint Labia!
DINA
What a wonderful world we live in!  This calls for a celebratory toast!
She opens a nearby cabinet which contains a Melchisedech sized bottle of bubbs.

Glasses are filled and raised.
DINA
Here's to--
She's interrupted by a violent bout of turbulence.  
INSERT SHOTS: ALLURA AND EMERALDS BREASTS BOUNCING IN SLOW MOTION.
The turbulence subsides.
EMERALD
What the hell?  Did anybody vet this pilot?
ALLURA
What pilot?
LIBERTY
The person flying the plane...
ALLURA
There is no "person."  This is one of those self-flying planes.
DINA
Darling...are we on a drone?
ALLURA
No!  You just punch that button in the cockpit that says "Autopilot" and the plane does the rest.  Why would we waste good jewelry money on a pilot?  Fuck that shit.
EMERALD
Yeah.  Fuck that shit.
ALLURA
Fuck that shit.
LIBERTY
Oh, all right...fuck that shite.
DINA
FUCK  that shit.
ALL
Fuck that shit!
Another violent jostle of the plane.
DINA
Well, as much as I'm relishing spouting this glorious dialogue...I just have to ask...how do we land?
CLOSE ON EYES as all the women look from one to another.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. COCKPIT -DAY
CLOSE on the cockpit door as it flies open.  The women rush in.  REVERSE ANGLE revealing a large hole on the co-pilot's side.  A dead ostrich is crumpled in the seat. The women look around, surprisingly calm as the wind whips their hair.
LIBERTY
Lord love a duck!  I didn't think an ostrich could fly this high up...
ALL
Hmmmm....yeah,, I know, right...what the hell....wassup wid dat...this is a pain...my hair is getting mussed...
Suddenly, the ostrich sits up, SQUAWKS as though he can't take it anymore and leaps back out of the hole.
LIBERTY
We must be nearing Sydney where we have a high powered, all Grrrrl meeting with our latest filthy-rich-betrayed-by-her-shitheel-husband-because-all-men-are-evil-client.  Right on time!  Now where is that "auto-land" button?
The women look around disinterestedly for said button.  No luck.
DINA
So who's going to land the plane?
REVERSE ANGLE - COCKPIT WINDOW
We see Ayer's Rock (Uluru) looming on the horizon.  AND THE PLANE IS HEADED STRAIGHT FOR IT!!!

THE CAMERA CLOSES ON ALLURA'S FACE until it fills the frame.  She looks at her fingernails.  
ALLURA
(FLAT/EMOTIONLESS/DEVOID OF INFLECTION/VERGING ON DISINTEREST)  Oh my God.  There's nobody flying the plane.  The crew is dead. Help us.  My God...somebody help us...
ALLURA rummages in her Birkin, retrieves a lipstick and a compact and primps as the other women gaze out the window.
​FADE TO BLACK.

BE SURE TO TUNE IN NEXT WEEK!

Final thoughts...
First of all, I can't believe that Uncle Walt has put the Disney imprimatur on this "project."  But then again, I can.  I'm sad to say that I think that particular corporation has entirely lost it's moral compass; which begs the question: did it ever have one?
I also get the feeling that Dizzney axed Doctor Odyssey; probably because it was expensive to produce (it looked expensive) and opted for this instead from Murphy Manor.  I think that's a mistake.  Doctor Odyssey was at least fun.  It seemed to be developing a cult following (for all the right reasons).  I mean, at least the characters were likeable. Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.
Also...synchronicity moment.  Somehow Tippi Hedren got into the thread of this; along with the movie Marnie (a cult favorite of mine!).  And look who posed as Tippi in Marnie...you can't make this shit up...

And Naomi...could you please go back to doing cool shit like this?  Pretending to be Tippi Hedren!??!  Hey, how about a remake of Marnie?  Or a sequel?  I wrote one!!!  Read all about it!
medium.com/@cfreidy/my-date-with-tippi-be027cd4b1bc

Reidy out.
Ciao.

CFR   11/17/25